Green Means Walk Red Means Run

Maybe Big Bang was a heartattack.
And the Universe is an old man.
Who’s soul is our sky that we painted black.
Maybe mornings will always break.
Just to fix us.
An offering left shimmering.
For the Gods that are you and I.
You know this place.
No love in the traffic lights.
Green means walk and run is red.
Anything you say could be the last thing and you ever said.
This could be the last thing that you never said.
Maybe you and I are someone’s sight.
And the Earth we walk has a thought behind.
And the words that we’re talking are somebody’s solutions.
Maybe chaos is the keeper of this system.
Another mystery.
Like a hundred years could so easily be.
Just a second.
Of slow.
Motion.
You know this place.
No Love in the traffic lights.
Green means walk and run is red.
Anything you say could be the last thimg that you ever said.
You know this place.
No time to look up these days.
On the banner it reads '
God forbid' Anything you do could be the last thing that you ever did.
This could be the last thing that you never did.
Maybe Big Bang was a heart attack …